The ground shakes
Form an unfeeling roar
Streets vanish
Submerged in darkness
As distillate of disregard
Made material
Herald of demolition
A false promise of freedom and mobility
Became its own- own worst enemy
We paved our fields
Our forests
Our homes
Our lives
Our minds
Our future
Streets devoted to serving cars
Invading space that should be ours
23 hours per day
Armored robbery of public space
Meter for prowling street
You locked in our f*cking feet
When you poured the fresh concrete
You grab your stick
You blast your horn
Indulge in your filthy oil ecstasy
Tire rub-off
Fumes exhausted
Clog the pipes
Coughs and cries
Shark Lane - Autoerotic Asphyxiation Lyrics
Shark Lane - Autoerotic Asphyxiation Lyrics
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The ground shakes
Form an unfeeling roar
Streets vanish
Submerged in darkness
As distillate of disregard
Made material
Herald of demolition
A false promise of freedom and mobility
Became its own- own worst enemy
We paved our fields
Our forests
Our homes
Our lives
Our minds
Our future
Streets devoted to serving cars
Invading space that should be ours
23 hours per day
Armored robbery of public space
Meter for prowling street
You locked in our f*cking feet
When you poured the fresh concrete
You grab your stick
You blast your horn
Indulge in your filthy oil ecstasy
Tire rub-off
Fumes exhausted
Clog the pipes
Coughs and cries
Form an unfeeling roar
Streets vanish
Submerged in darkness
As distillate of disregard
Made material
Herald of demolition
A false promise of freedom and mobility
Became its own- own worst enemy
We paved our fields
Our forests
Our homes
Our lives
Our minds
Our future
Streets devoted to serving cars
Invading space that should be ours
23 hours per day
Armored robbery of public space
Meter for prowling street
You locked in our f*cking feet
When you poured the fresh concrete
You grab your stick
You blast your horn
Indulge in your filthy oil ecstasy
Tire rub-off
Fumes exhausted
Clog the pipes
Coughs and cries
Writer: Shark Lane
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